Sometimes I just can't believe how completely life returns full circle while raising children. Last weekend we went to get our Christmas tree, and lo and behold, Riley found it absolutely necessary to have a complete meltdown over who knows what. It didn't last all that long and he was eventually able to rejoin us with minimal enthusiasm. Outing salvaged. The thing about it is that I know of an almost identical picture. Little (or, embarrasingly, not so little? I can't remember) Amanda sulking behind a Christmas tree. I even remember the day a bit, a feeling of knowing my behavior wasn't cool, but being unable to stop, having already started down that path...


At least little Davey was plenty happy about the whole excursion.


Do you think it was big enough? It was further cinched down than this, but was too big to fit through the bailer. It was a fun car ride home...a few interesting looks from other drivers!


Now we are enjoying it at home. Riley spends time daily on his little step stool arranging and rearranging the ornaments.